Episode Report Card Mr. Sobell: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Abruzzi -- dead!
By Mr. Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 4 | Aired on 09.10.2006
On the other end of the phone, Michael sob-whispers that he's sorry for everything. Yeah, that'll keep Dr. Sara warm on those long nights in cellblock D. She more or less points that out. Go, Dr. Sara! All you need to re-read Don't Do Time in the Prison of Love. And TAKE NOTES. Michael skips over the whole my-life-is-torpedoed point and does Dr. Sara the big, big favor of telling her, "Anyone with ties to me and my brother is in danger now." Dr. Sara says coldly, "I have no ties to your and your brother any more." Hey -- maybe she did take notes. Michael again ignores Dr. Sara and sob-whispers, "There's a way I can protect you. It's already in your possession." She gets agitated and demands to know what Michael's talking about. I get agitated and wonder if maybe it's time for Dr. Sara to check her Amazon.com recommendations for Romantic Recidivism: How YOU Can Prevent It. She's going to need it with Michael pleading, "It was real, Sara -- you and me. It's real." Dr. Sara sort of gapes. We see that Nika has been eavesdropping shamelessly, and she's now got a sort of disgusted smirk on her face. And then Michael pulls a total dick move and hangs up. Dr. Sara is left there to fume silently. I am left to wonder if maybe, after Linc and Michael free L.J. from the pokey, they'll have to criss-cross back to liberate Dr. Sara from whatever women's prison she's off having pillow fights in. I can see it now...
I can also see Dr. Sara saying, "Michael? Michael?" and as she does, Kellerman's eyes roll up, as sharp and focused as any predator's. Any trace of pie-loving camaraderie is gone.
Thanks, dear. We go from that mushy stuff to a convoy of SUVs, barreling down the highway. Mahone is riding in the lead car and wants to know how long it'll be before they get to the motel. The driver says 10 minutes; Mahone suggests five. Boy, he's as eager as I am to see who he's actually trying to capture.
Back at a motel, a shirtless Tweener emerges from the shower. "Yo, I haven't taken a shower like that in forever," he says, meaning "not with 40 other guys, half of whom are trying to date me." And let me add that prison life must be hard if it makes you appreciate the tepid flow of seedy motel shower heads. He notices that Debra Jean has her purse, as if she's headed out the door. "I was going to surprise you," she says. How? By turning Tweener over to the Feds? "I was going to get some tequila and limes." Tequila, limes... and federal agents? Tweener offers to change quickly so that he can accompany her; she declines. "It'll only take a minute," she says. Betrayal often does. Tweener observes that Debra Jean seems kind of nervous. "I do?" she asks. "Yeah, you're sweating," he replies. Debra Jean concedes that she might be nervous. "Trust me, girl, you got nothing to worry about, all right?" Tweener says. Yeah, but do you. "I'm one of the good guys," Tweener insists. "You seem like it," she says. And she's off, presumably to instruct the FBI sniper where to position himself for the kill shot.